A Game of Thorns.

Today was a day of rage.

     Hell bent on finishing a book I stayed awake till 10 am finishing it. I had work at 2:30. So I instantly fall asleep after finishing it. I wake up at 2:20 with a start. I had to start work in 10 min, so I figure theres no time for a shower and get dressed and get ready to leave, in my rush I hadnt noticed the noise outside. As I dash out the door to go to my car I realize it is pouring down fucking raining....raaage. Turns out i did have time for a fucking shower. So I drive off in a hurry. Get onto the highway and its raining so hard I cant see a damned thing with my wipers on warp speed. Aaaand naturally im the only asshole driving in the rain so theres no car light for me to follow. I'm literally driving 35 mph on a 55 driving from memory and faint lines I could see. Naturally im late to work by 2 minutes. Raaaage. Of course as soon as I pull into the walmart parking lot the rain subsides, I notice the parking lot is virtually empty and I figure I might have an easy day of work. But no naturally as the floods outside stops the store itself floods... with people. Raaage.
      So I get to my lunch break and decide to pop on over to barnes and noble to get myself a new book. I figure I'll get the first book from the George r.r. Martin series A song of Ice and Fire, Game of Thrones. I go to a lady at the desk and ask if they have it. "Lemme see hmm.... A Clash of a Game of thorns?" rage. "....yea that." "no we're out, I can order you one and it'll be here in about 5 business days" *Raaaaaaage* "sure". So i spend the rest of my lunch searching for another book to get until then. I finish up with 10 minutes left in my break and walk out to my car. On my way i start searching for my keys in my pockets... but alas...no keys. Get to my car...peer inside there they sit on the driver seat. I try the door...locked. RAAAAAAAAAAAGE. So i have my mom come drive over *bout a 15 minute drive* and unlock it for me. While i waited i sat outside Barnes and decided to smoke a cigarette while i wait... until i realized... ALSO LOCKED IN MY CAR FUUUUU.  I get back to work about 25 minutes late..rage.
       The rest of the work day goes without any problems. As i start walking back to clock out and head home i hear a nice looud rumble...thunder...raaage. Followed by the nice hum of pouring rain on the roof..rage. I run to my car and drive home in the pouring rain. Good to know i literally had a cloud following me all day.
       A day in the life of rage.

Rage.

I......rage.
I rage at everything and everyone,
I rage at weather, I rage at the sun.
I rage that I never have any luck,
I rage at all the women I want to fuck.
I rage at people that think they're  so smart,
I rage at my cashiering job at Walmart.
I rage that colleges teach general Ed,
Not the shit you want to learn instead.
I rage that I cant drink till I'm 21,
Yet I can drive, smoke, and shoot a gun.
I rage that I can play state lottery, but I cant play slots,
I  rage that I can smoke a cigar, but I cant take shots.
I rage at cops who think they're great,
They're all fucking pigs in every state.
 I rage at our useless president Obama,
Who thinks he's appeased us by killing Osama.
He's made the country worse, and isn't soon stopping,
He's presented our heads for the chopping.
I rage at actors and celebrities that do nothing and get money,
While we work so hard for so little it's not even funny.
I rage that I rage... and finally...
I....rage.

So there's a brief little insight to what the blog will focus on. Mostly rage.

- Mr Bedlam